Royally Broken by Elle Boon Page 0,75

gave the sheriff a little shake, releasing him with a hard toss. Stroud’s son, the new sheriff growled but he didn’t move to help his father as fell on his ass, missing the chair he’d been sitting in. Keys chuckled when the older man landed on the hard floor with a groan.

Keys walked around the room, looking over each man. His brothers had been busy stringing them up into the different apparatuses they’d been using to torture their victims.

“So, let me see if I got this right. Each of you get to come out here and play with your Littles. How does it work? Do you leave them here while you go home to your wife and kids, and then what, come back and play again?” he asked, anger building as he thought of the atrocities that went on behind these walls.

A whimper brought his head around to a young girl and boy huddling close together. His shirt was blood stained from the bullet scrape, but none of the dozen victims had clothing. “Traeger, we got anything for them to put on?”

Usually it was he who took care of things like that.

“Got it,” Katana said, leaving the great room, pulling a silent Dragon with him.

Katana returned alone, carrying two large duffel bags. “Bermuda procured a couple dozen shirts and sweats.”

Out of all of them, he didn’t think there was a single one that was less frightening than the next. Shit, they should’ve brought a female along.

Duke and Katana went through the bag, pulling out items and handing them to the shivering, wide-eyed boys and girls. They could be anywhere from twelve to twenty, he couldn’t tell. Keys could hear their quiet whimpers as they slid the clothing on as if they feared they’d be hurt no matter what they did.

The two who’d gotten his attention were apart from the others. They looked too much alike to be anything but related.

Keys moved to them slowly, keeping his movements where they could see him. “We’re going to get all of you out of here. Can you tell me your names?” he asked them, not focusing on either too long.

He’d seen victims who would close down if they thought their words would cause harm.

“I’m Jessie and this is my brother Justin. We were sh...shopping in Toledo with our aunt when he came and took us. She let us go. Our mom has to be so scared.” Her lip quivered; tears flowed down her cheeks.

“Shut up or I’ll kill you both,” Mayor Coker yelled.

King kicked the older man. “Does that look like he has any power?”

“The only ones getting hurt are those fuckers. Now, how long have you been here, Jessie?” Keys asked. It was hard to tell with them both being blonde, blue-eyed, and pale skinned if they’d been outside in a while. Shit, they reminded him of his Palmer. He jerked his eyes to Mayor Coker.

“I don’t know. We went to visit our mom’s sister for Spring Break.” Jessie looked to Coker than up at Keys.

“Those against the walls appear a lot more subdued. I’d wager they’ve been here a lot longer than a month or two.” Duke shook his head.

“Which are your Littles?” Keys snarled looking at the old man who’d given his own granddaughter to the man he’d groomed.

“I don’t have to answer you,” Mayor Coker yelled.

Several of the victims whimpered. The twins cowered closer together. The sick fuck had taken two that reminded the mayor of his own granddaughter. He looked at the other victims, picking out which he thought the bastard was claiming as his. “King, can you get them all out of here, before we continue—talking?”

“My brother Copper is actually just pulling up. He’s a fed and is going help ensure we have our bases covered. He’ll also make sure they’re returned to their families,” Koyn told them.

“You can’t do this. They belong to us.”

A man Keys didn’t recognize roared. He was younger than the others, had probably been a Little himself. “What’s your name?” he asked him.

When the fucker didn’t speak again, Keys shrugged. Even if they’d taken him and twisted the fuck out of his ass, he was now doing the same shit to some other poor souls. These fuckers were sick and twisted. Katana helped the victims move around the men that were yelling obscenities and vowing to make them pay. It took a few well-placed kicks that Keys enjoyed giving, along with King and Duke and the other Bastards, to get the fuckers